Bury This Verse

They say the best art comes from an unhealthy place
So this will be the last record that I ever make
Afraid to become the sad song you're listening to;
Sweetheart when I die, please burn my journals

Tried to outsmart my feelings
But the heart's too revealing
Spending more time covering up mistakes than learning from them
Project your persona, control self awareness
We want the truth until it's about us

Too awkward for the mainstream, too blunt to be spiritual
Every word you write's under a microscope
Hard to be free when the room closes in
Hard to write the hot shit with a frozen pen
Self control is gonna hurt your potential
Before it's out your lips, you're thinking censorship
Is it brilliance, destructive, or just obnoxious?
Just another self absorbed artist being honest

Bu. Ry. This
Bury this verse deep inside the earth
Verse
Dig it up in a thousand years

Ideas for the sake of ideas lead to more ideas
Is that the big idea? Pontificate
Think a man needs to find his place
So stand there looking stupid with nothing to say
Cause everybody's bored and over informed
And everything that can be, has been exploited
The world is smaller but none the wiser;
Full of information without experience to apply it

On some King Solomon "it's all meaningless"
Cause they don't build monuments for critics
Never take advice from miserable men
Even the brightest minds prove inadequate
Art for the quasi, song for the smart guy
New paradigm like we're the first ones to realize
The world is ugly, critics need a darling
Say something jarring or tug on the heartstrings

Bu. Ry. This
Bury this verse deep inside the earth
Verse
Dig it up in a thousand years

Constantly distracted, killed by committee
Kill creativity. Please stop talking
The further we get, just a small fingerprint
Always been an old soul who believes music's a gift
A way of life engrained in your DNA
If I don't put it in a verse it stays in the veins
Got a clean slate, staring at a blank page and
I can be anything, let the words play

Form and take shape, words hold weight
Take the matter in my own hand
Watch my pen bend
Journaling turning the present into memories
We can enjoy it now when it's history
Thank God for giving us opportunities
Keep it new to me like I'm soon to be
Fresh on the scene, wide eyed and green
Forever young, growing old gracefully

Bu. Ry. This
Bury this verse deep inside the earth
Verse
Dig it up in a thousand years

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